Ding Li tried his best to use his waist knife to remove the arrows, and at the same time took the time to cut the hand rope of the captives around him, of course, only to cut the connection between the two, and did not dare to completely let go of the restraints, who dared to guarantee that the captives who completely untied their hands would take the opportunity to fight back and fight to the death. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The house was burning, the arrows were raining outside, and the members of the action team were guarding against thieves, and the captives, whose hands were still tied, had nowhere to hide, and could only pray with sad eyes that the arrows would not fall on them.

The scene was very miserable, some of the prisoners wanted to escape from the concentrated area of the arrow rain in the center, and were driven back by the action team with knives like a lamb, and returned to the central area to continue to endure the arrow rain and flames, their mouths were stuffed with wooden sticks, and they couldn't even scream, leaving tears that they didn't know whether they were desperate or smoked, and the fire shone with tears, and I don't know if they regretted becoming dead soldiers at this moment.

Ding Li sighed, thinking that these people in the task force had stayed in Kyoto for too long, accustomed to the prosperity and orderliness of Kyoto, and accustomed to the flattering smiles of the people of Kyoto in the face of the powerful, completely forgetting the cruelty of war, and completely forgetting how the people at the bottom valued their own lives and the lives of others, so they set up this self-righteous situation.

The task force completely forgot the concept of the word dead soldier and the opinion of dignitaries and nobles on the thing of dead soldiers.

In the minds of the second prince and other dignitaries, it should be admired: under the whole world, it is not the thinking of Wushi.

In the hearts of these people, they will think that the untouchables who are about to kneel when they meet will be honored to die for themselves.

The rain of arrows was about to thin out, and the captives gasped softly.

Ding Li, on the other hand, took a deep breath and made a gesture of attacking the battle.

He knew very well that the moment when the rain of arrows stopped, it was the moment when hundreds of crossbowmen outside attacked, and the assault battle was basically hand-to-hand combat, and the close-fitting crossbow arrows were much more terrifying than the bows and arrows scattered from afar.

There are prisoners who need to be vigilant around them, but there are no houses and firewood stacks to cover in the face of crossbow arrows, and some wounded colleagues have to take care of them.

"Don't tell me you don't have a back hand, you don't have to come out again, how can you explain when the captives are dead and return to Beijing. Ding Li rushed to the side of the ball and threatened him viciously, now is not the time to think about who stabbed who in the back, if you don't cooperate well, no one will be able to escape.

"How could Lao Tzu guess that they transferred so many people just to kill the mouth, the thieves and the fuck have all the stolen goods, they have all signed by the five parties, and they have killed a fart, there is something wrong!"

There was a sharp whistle, sending a few sparks into the air.

Immediately, the deputy of the ball in the manor also pulled the arrow.

"Where are the reinforcements? It can't be the town army, right? The state army? The state army is all at the wharf and Hangzhou City, and we will all be in ashes when we catch up. Ding Li asked the ball with an unkind face.

Rolling Ball glanced at him gloomily, and then shouted to the squad leaders who gathered around: "Control the key suspects, shrink the defense, and the four, five, six, and seven squads will set up ambushes, as long as they insist on a stick of incense, reinforcements will arrive." ”

"A stick of incense?!, you're fucking kidding. Ding Li scolded and turned around to arrange an ambush. The time of a stick of incense, this manor is enough for the other party to plow more than twice, and the ball is so agreed with the reinforcements to come to the aid time, there must still be the idea of fishing, to see if you can catch some more big fish.

The problem is that now the other party is directly attacking the city, and no one can keep it, and he still catches a fart fish.

Sure enough, as soon as the rain of arrows stopped, the waves of the masked man immediately slapped into the village, and at this moment they did not need to worry about the ambush from the roof, nor did they need to care about the hidden inside the house, and they moved extremely fast, and in half a tea time, they approached the central area.

In the central area, Ding Li's group gathered the captives in a circle and stood in front of everyone.

The masked man continued to charge forward, unleashing his arrows without hesitation, and the crossbow arrows shot away with the cold glow of the soul eater, puffing into the flesh of the front row.

The melee crossbow arrow can only be fired once, and it can kill the captives to complete the mission.

However, the masked man did not hear the screams of the arrow, and hesitated.

As soon as the action team let go, the captives fell to the ground stiffly, and it turned out that the front row was full of corpses with arrows drawn, and the action team whistled and pressed forward, and at the same time raised the crossbow arrows in their hands.

The masked man whistled, pounced on him with good training, and rolled around.

According to normal melee combat, such a sudden forward roll can avoid more than seventy percent of the crossbow arrows.

This is a habitual strategic move that has been trained for a long time and rooted in the depths of their souls.

However, this is not a real battlefield between the two armies, they are facing a cunning old torture.

The old prisoners did not take a holiday for the first time, and the arrows drew a semicircle in the direction of the masked man's rolling, and waited for the moment when they finished rolling on the ground to stabilize their figures, and then released the arrows.

With this roll, the masked man rolled into the range of hand-to-hand combat between the two sides, and also rolled into the grave dug by the prisoners.

None of the crossbow arrows in the hands of the action team were wasted, and all of them were nailed into the masked man's body.

As soon as the blow was successful, the old torturers did not rush forward as usual, but immediately picked up the corpse on the ground, retreated, and reorganized a small defensive circle of flesh wall.

The masked face who pounced on him was so angry that he gritted his teeth, and he stubbornly controlled the hand he wanted to release the arrow, and the offensive was sluggish.

At the moment when this group of masked people was sluggish, several corpses on the ground behind them suddenly turned over, bounced up ghostly, and slammed into the masked man fiercely, and the waist knife in his hand slashed at the masked man's neck.

Ding Li was also among them, the chaotic true power rolled in his body, his movements were faster, the blade was more violent, and the masked man who was pulled by his knife face instantly separated his head and neck.

Only a few masked men were able to react in time and dodge the sneak attack behind them.

The sneak attack was successful, Ding Li and the ambush soldiers did not fall in love, and quickly continued to rush forward, retreated behind the corpse wall, and picked up their own crossbow arrows.

Such attacks and ambushes took place everywhere in the village, and the action team used only a very simple small tactic to break up the first wave of the masked man's offensive.

It seems simple, but it is thrilling.

Ding Li, who had regained his footing, gasped slightly, and looked straight ahead, the strange soldier can only be used once, and then it is a real hand-to-hand combat.

The masked men who came after the attack, witnessed all this, whistled each other, slowed down, and began to mend the knives of the corpses passing by in case of a possible ambush.

Ding Li quickly looked around, fortunately, in the first wave of confrontations, the action team unexpectedly had the upper hand in tactics, and the situation was dominant.

The second wave of masked people was still heavily dressed in black, and after the speed slowed down, the follow-up masked people gradually followed, and several waves of people became a wave, sweeping the corpses on the ground while slowly moving forward, which brought huge psychological pressure to Ding Li and the others.

At this time, it has just passed the work of a cup of tea.

Can the reinforcements arrive in time, Ding Li's anxious eyes looked past the masked man, and looked at the night outside the village, under the interference of fire and smoke, even the night looked distorted and hideous.